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PROMPT #207 – THE JOY OF CHRISTMAS: PART THREE

THE MUSIC OF THE SEASON

For most people, the Joy of Christmas begins in the first strains of the music of the season. It puts us in a mood that we carry through the month of December, even though they begin the first of November. We all have our favorites, be they secular or more of a religious vent, something stirs us to get our holiday on with a bit more passion.

Pick a song of the season. (And you are not restricted to Christmas, since Hanukkah and Kwanzaa are also celebrated in our circles). Choose your inspiration as your title or a line in your poem and write  the joy of holiday songs!

SARA’S SONG:

WHO’S COMING TO TOWN?

A child, a small record player,
and a 45 rpm treasure. “Play
it again. Play Santa Claus
is Coming To Town.” Jewish
or not, every child I knew
envisioned Santa. When
my grandmother–speaking
a bare minimum of English–
visited, I would thrust
the little record at her for
the fourth time, and puzzled,
she would say, “Again mit dis
rekkit?” I think she got used
to it after awhile. Who could
resist the wiles of a child?

 

WALT’S WARBLE:

BELIEVE

You call it magic.
I call it faith; a belief that says
no matter what, you’re on board.
You can afford to extend your hand,
for in the grand scheme of things
the feeling this season brings
soothes your soul. The main goal
of every man, woman and child
is to hold the love in their hearts.
It always starts with love. A love of life,
a love of fellow man, a love unconditional
that positions you to do great things.
Peace on earth in goodwill and love;
the Magic of Christmas, a treasure trove.
You call it magic.I call it faith.
I am Santa Claus, if you truly believe.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

PROMPT #196 – SEALED WITH A KISS

The song of the same name by Bryan Hyland has a lyric, “I don’t want to say goodbye  for the summer…” And during this past week, we did just that. We’ve entered the Autumnal Equinox and are free to embrace the fall season. But it does come with a tinge of sadness. Saying goodbye will do that! So, confront those feelings and write  a “Saying Goodbye to_______” poem. Maybe it will provide a bit of comfort. 

SARA’S AU REVOIR:

SAYING GOODBYE TO YOUTH

Inside my head, dwells
a young woman–impatient,
rebellious, sexual. In dreams,
this same woman appears,
parents alive and well, life
chaotic, never quite finding
her way. Spend a period
of time in my imagination.
View world through a kaleidoscope,
hear a calliope, become
a cartoon character. How do
I reconcile what I am to what I see
when I look at me? Inside my head
anything is possible; everything is fun.

 

WALT’S FAREWELL:

SAYING GOODBYE TO FALSE HOPE

No one wants to say goodbye.
We cry and forget any stiff upper lip.
Searching for a sliver of expectation
that a sad situation can be averted.
It has been asserted that eventuality
is on course, but some choose to divorce
themselves from that inherent reality.
Hope may spring eternal, but living forever
is not an offered option. You are cursed
if you expect the best and hope
the worst is a vicious lie, when the best is just
an extended suffering. The only buffering
between birth and death is life itself.
Our times will all come, some sooner
than the rest. The best thing to do
is face it with courage and love.
You can’t live on false hope.
It’s best to live fully by duly coping
with our inevitability without fear.
 
 
(C) Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

AN ENTERTAINING SUMMER – DAY #31: WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN

The last day of July and the sun is setting on another Summer P.A.D. We started out gangbusters and fell off a bit. Either I was a victim of that Facebook scam that posts vile comments which drove our poets away, or someone let the cat out of the bag that I’m Conservative! 😀 But the loyal poets who have posted most if not all prompts deserve accolades and my admiration for sticking it out!

So we’ll end this year’s exercise with inspirations from country singer Kenny Chesney’s When the Sun Goes Down!

 

WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN

Sun tanned toes ticklin the sand
Cold drink chillin in my right hand
Watchin you sleep in the evening light
Restin up for a long, long night

Cause when the sun goes down, we’ll be groovin
When the sun goes down, we’ll be feelin all right
When the sun sinks down over the water
Everything gets hotter when the sun goes down

All day long just takin it easy
Layin in the hammock where it’s nice and breezy
Sleepin off the night before
Cause when the sun goes down, we’ll be back for more

When the sun goes down, we’ll be groovin
When the sun goes down, we’ll be feeling alright
When the sun sinks down over the water
Everything gets hotter when the sun goes down

This old guitar and my dark sunglasses
This sweet concoction is smooth as molasses
Nothing to do but breathe all day
Until the big moon rises and it’s time to play

When the sun goes down, we’ll be grooving
When the sun goes down, we’ll be feeling alright
When the sun sinks down over the water
She thinks Kracker’s Sexy when the sun goes down

We’ll be feeling alright
When the sun sinks down over the water
Uncle Kennys’ hotter when the sun goes down

When the sun goes down, we’ll be groovin
When the sun goes down, hey Uncle Kenny
When the sun goes down over the water,
Everything is hotter when the sun goes down.

 

Written  by Brett James

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To end this month, write a summer sunset or sundown poem. Use your palette of words to paint a brilliant scene. And thank you for another productive month of poems!

 

We’ll be back Wednesday to resume with our INFORM POETS prompt. Until then, vaya con dos!

AN ENTERTAINING SUMMER – DAY #29: MARGARITAVILLE

We’re winding down our challenge and soon it will be back to the grind. So let’s escape in a big way. It’s our end of summer party. We’re kicking off the festivities with the next song on our playlist: Jimmy Buffett’s Margaritaville.

Margaritaville

Nibblin’ on sponge cake
Watchin’ the sun bake
All of those tourists covered in oil
Strummin’ my six-string
On my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp hey they’re beginnin’ to boil

Chorus:
Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame
But I know it’s nobody’s fault

I don’t know the reason
I stayed here all season
Nothin’ to show but this brand new tattoo
But it’s a real beauty
A Mexican cutie
How it got here I haven’t a clue

Chorus:
Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville
Searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame
Now I think
Hell, it could be my fault

I blew out my flip-flop
Stepped on a pop-top
Cut my heel had to cruise on back home
But there’s booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on

Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame
But I know it’s my own damn fault
Yes and some people claim that there’s a woman to blame
And I know it’s my own damn fault

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So of course we’ll party responsibly, know our limits and kiss this bad boy adieu! And write a poem about your own Margaritaville or a facsimile thereof! What’s your idea of paradise? Is it a nice place to visit, but you wouldn’t want to live there? Your title will be (YOUR NAME)VILLE. Sell us on your destination! And remember, it’s your own damn fault!

AN ENTERTAINING SUMMER – DAY #27: SUMMERTIME BLUES

It’s been quiet around here, so we’ll turn up the volume and use song to deliver this prompt! From 1958, here’s Eddie Cochran and Summertime Blues:

SUMMERTIME BLUES

I’m gonna raise a fuss, I’m gonna raise a holler
About a workin’ all summer just to try to earn a dollar
Every time I call my baby, and ask to get a date
My boss says, “No dice son, you gotta work late”
Sometimes I wonder what I’m a gonna do
But there ain’t no cure for the summertime blues

Well my mom and pop told me, “Son you gotta make some money”
If you want to use the car to go ridin’ next Sunday
Well I didn’t go to work, told the boss I was sick
“Well you can’t use the car ’cause you didn’t work a lick”
Sometimes I wonder what I’m a gonna do
But there ain’t no cure for the summertime blues

I’m gonna take two weeks, gonna have a fine vacation
I’m gonna take my problem to the United Nations
Well I called my congressman and he said “Whoa!”
“I’d like to help you son but you’re too young to vote”
Sometimes I wonder what I’m a gonna do
But there ain’t no cure for the summertime blues

Songwriters
COCHRAN, EDDIE/CAPEHART, JERRY NEAL

Published by
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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That’s right out of the heart of Rock and Roll. Now, we’re not looking for a song about “the Blues” (although if that’s where this takes you, go for it). What we ask is that you write a “Colors of Summer” poem. There’s much by which to be inspired. Azure skies, blue waterways, green grass (or around here, brown grass)… find a tint and hue of the season and rhyme without reason! Well, maybe one reason… because you love to write poetry! And remember, “there ain’t no cure” for the poems you choose!
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Wednesday usually means a form. I was going to suggest a sonnet. So if the feeling moves you, please indulge my whimsy!

AN ENTERTAINING SUMMER – DAY #18: ENDLESS SUMMER

Time for another song to motivate our poem writing. Sort of. One musical group seems synonymous with summer. The American rock band, the Beach Boys, epitomized the youthful exuberance of the beach and surf culture.

EndlessSummerBBCover

Endless Summer is their compilation album, released on June 24, 1974. A collection of hits from the band’s 1962–65 period, Endless Summer was compiled by their old label Capitol Records while the Beach Boys were contracted with Reprise Records. Its unexpected success bore immediate consequences on the band’s then-progressive musical direction.

Four months after release, the album reached #1, and reclaimed the band’s commercial glory in the United States, spending 155 weeks on the Billboard album chart. It became the group’s second chart-topping album in the US, being certified 3x platinum by the RIAA for shipping over three million copies in the US.

The playlist for the album tracks reads like this:

Side A: Surfing’ Safari – Surfer Girl – Catch A Wave – The Warmth of the Sun – Surfin’ U.S.A.

Side B: Be True To Your School – Little Deuce Coupe – In My Room – Shut Down – Fun, Fun, Fun

Side C: I Get Around – Girls On the Beach – Wendy – Let Him Run Wild – Don’t Worry Baby

Side D: California Girls – Girl Don’t Tell Me – Help Me, Rhonda – You’re So Good to Me – All Summer Long

Bonus Track: Good Vibrations

 

Adopt one of the Beach Boys song titles above as the title/inspiration of your poem and write of your Endless Summer !

AN ENTERTAINING SUMMER – DAY #13: HOT FUN IN THE SUMMERTIME / PANTOUM

Our next song selection is Hot Fun in the Summertime by Sly and the Family Stone.

SLY AND THE FAMILY STONE
“Hot Fun In The Summertime”

(Sylvester Stewart (aka Sly Stone))

End of the spring
And here she comes back
Hi, hi, hi, hi there
Them summer days
Those summer days

That’s when I had
Most of my fun, back
High, high, high, high there
Them summer days
Those summer days

cloud nine when I want to
Out of school, yeah
County fair in the country sun
And everything is true
Ooh, yeah, yeah

Hot fun in the summertime
Hot fun in the summertime
Hot fun in the summertime
Hot fun in the summertime

First of the fall
And then she goes back
Bye, bye, bye, bye there
Them summer days
Those summer days

Boop-boop-boop-boop
When I want to
Out of school
County fair in the country sun
And everything is cool
Ooh, yeah, yeah

Hot fun in the summertime
Hot fun in the summertime
Hot fun in the summertime

The weather has been a topic (when isn’t it?) of late, with many areas in the throes of extreme heat. It hasn’t been much fun. But this song always had a feel good vibe to it. It mentions ideas for summer fun. End of school, county fairs,  being out in the country sun, but let’s not forget the heat. Listen to the song or read the lyrics and heat up your muse for some summer fun. A “family” vacation wouldn’t be out of the question either (They are the Family Stone after all!) Inspiration is all around us. Take the plunge and be cool!

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Wednesday also mean a form requirement. Today, it’s the Pantoum!

A rare form of poetry similar to a villanelle. It is composed of a series of quatrains; the second and fourth lines of each stanza are repeated as the first and third lines of the next. This pattern continues for any number of stanzas, except for the final stanza, which differs in the repeating pattern. The first and third lines of the last stanza are the second and fourth of the penultimate; the first line of the poem is the last line of the final stanza, and the third line of the first stanza is the second of the final. Ideally, the meaning of lines shifts when they are repeated although the words remain exactly the same: this can be done by shifting punctuation, punning, or simply recontextualizing.

 

In the example, the letters A, B, C etc refer to whole repeated lines, not just rhyming lines.

a First Line
b Second Line
c Third Line
d Fourth Line

b Second Line
e Fifth Line
d Fourth Line
f Sixth Line

e Fifth Line
c Third Line
f Sixth Line
a First Line

Example of Pantoum:

PANTOUM OF THE OPERA

I hide in the shadows concealed,
through cavernous matter of gray,
where these fragments of thought are revealed,
and fiery synapses play.

Through cavernous matter of gray,
a muse is amused and aroused,
as fiery synapses play
with words that those thoughts do espouse.

A muse so amused and aroused,
composition of poetry proposed,
through words that those thoughts do espouse,
and the feelings of heart so exposed.

Composition of poetry proposed,
set to music, a song so inspired,
with feelings of heart so exposed,
laced with love’s sweet burning fire.

Set to music, a song so inspired,
an aria driven and strong,
laced with love’s sweet burning fire,
for you to sing, Angel of Song.

An aria driven and strong,
you see through my flaws to my soul,
you sing to me, Angel of song,
and my vision of you takes control.

You see through my flaws to my soul,
exposing the me you have known,
as my vision of you takes control,
it shows you how much I have grown.

Expose me, the man you have known,
I hide in your shadows concealed.
I’ll show you how much love has grown,
when these fragments of thoughts are revealed.

© Walter J. Wojtanik

AN ENTERTAINING SUMMER – DAY #7: SUMMER RAIN

Again we regale you with a summer song. We have shuffled our iPoet player and it has landed on  “Summer Rain” by Johnny Rivers.

 

SUMMER RAIN

Summer rain taps at my window
West wind soft as a sweet dream
My love warm as the sunshine
Sittin’ here by me, she’s here by me

She stepped out of the rainbow
Golden hair shinin’ like moon glow
Warm lips soft as a soul
Sittin’ here by me, she’s here by me

All summer long, we spent dancin’ in the sand
And the jukebox kept on playin’
Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band

We sailed into the sunset
Drifted home, caught by a gulf stream
Never gave a thought for tomorrow
Just let tomorrow be, now, let tomorrow be

She wants to live in the Rockies
She says that’s where we’ll find peace
Settle down, raise up a fam’ly
To call our own, yeah, we’ll have a home

All summer long, we spent groovin’ in the sand
Everybody kept on playin’
Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band

The snow drifts by my window
North wind blowin’ like thunder
Our love’s burnin’ like fire
And she’s here by me, yeah,
she’s here with me
Let tomorrow be

Written by: James Hendricks

This song was from Johnny Rivers album  Realization (1968)

 

 

This wonderful lyric presents us with Rivers’ and Hendrick’s vision of a summer rain. Your charge today is to write a summer rain (or just plain rain) poem. And understand there is a bit of a difference between a summer rain and a summer storm (Wink, wink)! Read the lyric or watch the video and let it w(h)et your appetite for poetry!

AN ENTERTAINING SUMMER – DAY #1: SUMMER BREEZE

Welcome to our first day of “An Entertaining Summer”. As mentioned, we will drawn inspirations and ideas from the things that entertain us at our leisure. That means the Books, Music, Movies, Poems, Quotes, Words, Sights, Sounds and whatever else calls Summer to mind.

So to start off, we will offer the song “Summer Breeze” by Seals and Crofts.

SUMMER BREEZE

See the curtains hangin’ in the window
In the evenin’ on a Friday night
Little light is shinin’ through the window
Lets me know everything’s alright

Summer breeze, makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind

See the paper layin’ on the sidewalk
A little music from the house next door
So I walked on up to the doorstep
Through the screen and across the floor

Summer breeze, makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind

Sweet days of summer, the jasmine’s in bloom
July is dressed up and playing her tune
And I come home from a hard day’s work
And you’re waiting there, not a care in the world

See the smile awaitin’ in the kitchen
Food cookin’ in the plates for two
Feel the arms that reach out to hold me
In the evening when the day is through

Summer breeze, makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind

Songwriters
SCHMIDT, REGINE

Published by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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We ask you to listen to the song or read the lyrics and find something there to trigger your poetic processes. It could be a word, phrase or a line that you can use to inspire your poem. Failing that, a poem about the breeze or wind will do just as well!

 

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